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A royal pain

Romantasy AU. PWP sorta. F!reader (Y/n) in an arranged engagement with Prince!Geto. Noble!Gojo screws everything up, in a good way. (Y/n) is slightly bratty.

word count: 3.6k

CW: dubcon bordering on noncon (Geto is entitled and mean), virginity taking, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (f and m receiving), squirting, technical cheating, dirty-ish talk (Gojo is obnoxious), pet names (good girl, pretty girl), brief geto x gojo, exhibitionism

NSFW. MDNI. 18+

Your betrothed had never really warmed up to you. No matter how many times over the years you were forced to meet Geto Suguru, the first prince of the kingdom, he remained distant. Despite his chilly attitude and calculating eyes, you held on to the prospect of being happy as his wife someday.

But it seemed like every time you started to make some progress with Geto, somebody interfered and that somebody was almost always Gojo Satoru. He was the Archduke’s son and Geto’s best friend. He had a habit of teasing you, mercilessly undermining your relationship with Geto. You were not looking forward to the social season, especially when you realized Gojo would be staying in the capital to attend all the balls and no doubt hoard Geto away all to himself. You just hoped that he would finally stop picking on you so relentlessly now that you were all grown up.

“No one asks me to dance anymore.” You whined watching fashionable women swirl their skirts around the dance floor while their dance partners took them in with appreciative eyes.

“I’m sure it’s because they don’t want to catch the wrath of the crown prince.” Your lady in waiting did her best to console you.

“As if Prince Geto would even notice. He hasn’t looked my way once tonight. He’s too busy trying to outdrink the idiot.” You looked over at the pair laughing congenially over their shared flask. Their cheeks were rosy and they swayed on their feet, just an hour in and they were already tipsy. Gojo caught your heated gaze and sent back an impish wink. Clearly he hadn’t grown out of mocking you.

“My lady, you shouldn’t say such things in public. What if somebody were to overhear you?”

“I don’t care.” You pouted before leaving the ballroom and the boys behind.

You found yourself sitting all alone in the cool darkness of one of the parlors. You just couldn’t watch those two have any more fun without you. You were used to being left out, but that didn’t mean you had to like it. So you decided to spend the rest of your night sulking in the darkness. This is probably why Geto doesn’t like me. Because I’m a brat. But then again, so was Gojo and he got along with him just fine.

The double doors thumped open behind you, sending your heart leaping up into your throat and your pouty thoughts scattering. A broad form appeared in the doorway, long silken hair shining in the moonlight let in by the gauzy curtains.

“Prince Geto.” You blinked at him in surprise before remembering to rise and curtsy to his highness. “A-are you enjoying the ball?”

He huffed out a non-committal response that you were used to hearing as he approached you slowly.

You realized his face was flushed, eyes were too bright. That damned Gojo had gotten your fiance drunk. Geto loomed over you, closing you in between the arm of the couch and his body. He had never stood so close to you and his breath, fanning your hot face, was boozy enough to make you feel drunk too.

“(Y/N).” He addressed you almost affectionately. Your name was so alien on his lips that you couldn’t help but shiver at the sound.

His fingers danced around the delicate pleats in your dress before yanking them up in big fistfuls around your waist. Your dainty undergarments were lined with bows and lace and they did little to keep your modesty intact.

“Prince Geto, what are you doing?”we can’t! Not until we’re married.” You panicked and tried to wrench your skirts out of his hands to cover yourself.

“Last time I checked, you were mine. I’ll do as I please with you.” Before you could continue your protests, Geto had pushed you down so you were sprawling on your back and shoulders, your hips propped up by the cushions of the sofa. Your barely clothed pussy on full display as he spread your thighs painfully wide. “Cute.” He chuckled down at your panties, skimming the laciest bits with the pads of his fingertips, before tearing them clean off with two hooked fingers.

“Suguru!” You gasped, shame heating your body, starting at your exposed, molten core.

He undid his silk pants and took out his rock hard sex before running the bulbous tip over your most intimate parts. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. You were mortified at the runny mess between your legs, now coating Geto’s pulsating tip. He groaned drunkenly, “Look at you, already making a mess on me.” You buried your face in your hands, trying to hide your reaction to his words. A strange mixture of embarrassment and desire brought tears to your eyes.

His fat cockhead split you open, the tight ring of muscles giving way to him like they were little more than softened butter. He thrust deep inside until his pelvis was flush with yours before he began a staccato rhythm inside you, breaking you in. His body was heavy and unyielding above you as you reached up to his chest just hoping to find some purchase to ground you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to destroy this tiny virgin cunt.” He growled, his teeth finding the fleshy part of your shoulder. You cried out in pain as his canines tore through the softness of your skin and tears redoubled in your eyes. The weight of his cock inside you was breathtaking.

He straightened up, never faltering from his punishing pace, and placed a large hand down hard on your stomach like he meant to flatten you. It added a new sensation into the mix. A fullness filled your abdomen as he pummeled his way deeper into you. Every thrust had you convinced that you were going to burst.

“Su-u-gu.” You let his nickname slip, one that only Gojo was allowed to call him. “Stop! I-I’m going to-” Your heart stuttered in your chest, thumping its painful rhythm down to where the two of you were connected. Your world grew hazy as you started to spasm around his thick cock. You erupted in a fountain of juices, soaking your petticoat as well as Geto’s lean legs and torso. Sloppy sounds filled the space as Geto used your slickness to propel himself faster, harder. His hips stuttered before he released white hot spurts deep inside you until you were so full you swore you could feel his seed in your belly.

Your insides felt bruised when he finally slid out of you, his cum leaking out to mix with your own. He used the softest layer of your dress to wipe himself clean, but you were too far gone to protest. Your hair had slipped out of its pins and stuck to your damp forehead in places. Your heavy skirts were stained and rumpled and your panties were an unsalvageable little scrap at your feet.

“You’re an absolute mess.” Geto chuckled without sympathy. He still looked immaculate, not a hair out of place. His clothes had survived the worst of it, the only evidence was a small patch of wetness on his pants as he buttoned them back up. “You should probably do something about that before you head back to the party.” Your thoughts were still so disordered that all you could do was glare at him as he retreated from the room, not bothering to shut the doors behind him.

Geto had finally given you an indication of how he felt about you. You had always known him to be cold, but you never would have guessed how cruel and bestial he would be when he took you for the first time. You couldn’t believe the nerve of that man, prince or not, you would not be treated that way again. It was time for you to give him a piece of your mind. You collected yourself enough to follow him out into the winding hallways of the palace. He’d had quite the head-start and you weren’t sure you’d be able to find him. After a few minutes of what felt like a wild goose chase, your anger started to wane and your embarrassment returned. What on earth would you even say to him if you caught up? With a defeated sigh, you slumped against the wall.

A soft sound floated to you from deeper down the corridor. You perked up your ears, eager to hear more. You followed the noises, they were coming from a shaft of moonlight; You stopped dead in your tracks before it could illuminate you too. Pushed up against the wall, head thrown back against the tapestries, was Geto. And down on his knees in front of him was Gojo. That good for nothing mouth of his working over your fiance’s cock, but it was clear to you from the way Geto’s cock hardened, Gojo’s mouth wasn’t good for nothing after all. He bobbed his head and gulped at the shaft greedily, eliciting moans from Geto that were totally different from the ones he’d shared with you. They were soft, whiney even.

You stood there, concealed in the dark, Geto’s cum still running down your legs and forming a pool on the stone floor.

What the hell was happening? You couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the pair of men, your fiance and your tormenter. Geto’s hands came to rest on either side of Gojo’s face so he could rut up into it at a more desperate angle. He was absolutely feral, clearly not satisfied by your own warm hole, he was using Gojo’s mouth as a fucktoy. Clearly he’d never heard of a refractory period.

Gojo braced his hands against the prince’s thighs, taking him even deeper down his throat, his teeth brushing the shaft lightly until Geto was crying out loudly, the party-goers be damned. Hot white seed shot out to fill Gojo’s mouth to the brim until it was leaking out, down his chin and onto his clothed chest. You couldn’t believe that Geto had anymore cum to give after breeding so much into you, But he pumped more and more into his best friend and Gojo struggled to swallow it all down, gurgling with each ruthless thrust into his throat.

Once Geto had returned down to earth, he slid himself out of Gojo’s panting mouth and patted his cum soaked face patronizingly. He left the disheveled man kneeling on the floor alone in the hallway. You watched his profile as he caught his breath and wiped the stickiness off his face as best he could with his sleeve. He rose after a few moments, and turned in your direction. Your heart hammered in your chest. The last thing you wanted was to be caught by Gojo, especially after what you just witnessed him do with his mouth. You rushed back the way you came as silently and swiftly as your wobbly legs would allow and didn’t look back.

***

The next morning, you did your best to avoid both Geto and Gojo. You didn’t trust yourself to act normally after everything that happened the night before.

You wandered down the less trafficked halls and hid out in places they would never be. The greenhouse, the women’s room, the library. You found a lazy patch of sunshine filtering in through a great stained glass window between the rows of shelves deep in the library. It was the perfect place to spend the day without fear of interruption. You tucked yourself into the reading nook with a stack of books and tried not to let your mind wander to the two men.

“Have you seen a copy of The History of the Empire?” A voice broke your intense concentration and you snapped your head up to see Gojo, ringed by the golden light from the window, gazing up and down the length of shelves. “I’ve been looking for it everywhere.” Damn his hide. You should have known there would be no place in the palace where he wouldn’t be able to track you down.

“You’re in the poetry section.” You narrowed your eyes at him, not buying into his bullshit one bit.

“Ahhh. Explains why I can’t find it.” He smiled brightly, eating up your suspicion like it was his favorite pastime.

“I wasn’t aware you could read.” Your sour mood only fueled his playful one more.

“Oh, it’s not for me. It’s for Sugu.” Sugu. There he went with that affectionate nickname again. You couldn’t help but think about their lewd rendezvous in the hallway, out in the open for anyone to stumble upon.

“Have you been seducing the prince this whole time?” You blurted out rashly before you could think better of it.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me Gojo. I saw the two of you last night…in the hall.” His eyes widened in shock.

“You were spying on us? What a naughty girl. What exactly did you see?”

“I-I…I guess I’m not sure.” Noble ladies were often sheltered and you were no different. You had no words for what you saw.

“Describe it to me.” His voice was husky as he drew uncomfortably near you.

“Stop teasing me.” You pushed him away angrily.

“I’m not teasing. Describe it to me.” He insisted, fingers bruising into the boning of your corset, tongue lashing out to lick at his lips hungrily.

“You w-were down on your knees. And Geto was…exposed.” Your body was alight with embarrassment, having to talk about such dirty deeds while in such close proximity to the mouth that performed them.

“What was exposed?”

“His manhood.” You squeaked out.

“You mean his cock. Then what?” He urged you to continue while his hands roamed up the lacing of your corset.

“You-you put your mouth on him.” You tried to make it sound like an accusation, but your words came out too whiny. You were trapped on all sides, between the bookshelves, the window, and now Gojo’s looming body. You were letting him tease you again. You’d almost made it too easy for him. “You seduced him.” Was all you could say, again, your lip trembling in frustration. He chuckled at you, but it wasn’t the obnoxious sound you were used to. It was almost giddy sounding, like he was glad he’d been caught by you.

“To be perfectly honest, I don’t have any real interest in Suguru. The only reason I sucked him off was because I knew he’d just been buried in you.”

“Excuse me?” You blinked at him dumbfoundedly.

“You heard me. I wanted to taste you, and I figured that might be my only chance.” There wasn’t an ounce of shame in him.

“Me? Why?”

“You really are dense.” He shook his head. “Didn’t you ever wonder why I always did my damndest to keep you away from Suguru, to mock you in front of him?”

“Of course I did. I figured you wanted to keep him all to yourself.”

“No, you little dummy.” He flicked your forehead. “I thought that he would eventually drop you if I could convince him you were nothing but a silly brat.”

“You’ve always been mean, but I didn’t realize that you were so cruel.” Tears pricked at your eyes and your throat tightened sorely.

“Oh, pretty girl, I didn’t do it to be cruel.” He cooed down at you, though he never abandoned his teasing tone. “I did it because I wanted you for myself.”

“What?”

“Before your engagement to Sugu was decided, your best marriage prospect was me. Our fathers had an agreement that promised you to me before you were even born. But the first time Suguru saw you, he wanted you. And the prince gets what he wants.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to do my best to convince you some other way.” He said before he pressed his lips to yours. It was a heated kiss, and your first. Suguru hadn’t bothered. You grew dizzy, not trusting yourself to breathe for fear of shattering the moment. You never could have imagined enjoying a kiss from Gojo, but he was delicious. His lips were soft but purposeful, as they parted yours, his tongue turning you into something delirious that wanted more. So much more. Without telling them to, your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him down on top of you as you fell back onto the cushioned bench.

“I wasn’t expecting you to cave so willingly.”

“Shut up.” You said harshly before bringing his face back down to yours. You kissed him until your mind was fuzzy around the edges and your lips were chapped. He straddled you, your skirts riding up as your bodies writhed together. He took advantage, pawing them up and out of his way.

There you were, spread out for the second time in less than 24 hours, under a different man. The man you’d loathed for over a decade. The one who you were so sure would ruin your engagement. And he probably still would, but this time you didn’t care.

He pecked your lips once more before lowering himself down past your hips, his breath hot over the silkiness of your underthings. He pushed your panties to the side, revealing your feverishly throbbing cunt dripping in anticipation.

“What are you doing?!” You panicked as he descended on you with his mouth.

“I’m going to make you feel good.” He said confused. “Wait a second…Suguru didn’t do this with you?” You shook your head frantically. “Selfish prick.” He muttered under his breath before diving back between your legs. Your whole body jolted as his tongue traveled up your slit to find a sensitive patch near the apex.

“Oh!” You cried out into the hushed library as Gojo put his mouth to work, the golden light from the window limning his delicate lashes as they fluttered in satisfaction.

“As much as I enjoyed tasting you on Sugu’s cock, doesn’t compare to the real thing.” He groaned, tongue slippery on your folds as he coaxed you toward your pleasure. He lapped at you with enthusiasm, his eyes bright as he watched you squirm, not away, but toward his face. “There’s a good girl. Just let me love you.” And it was like all the feelings he’d been holding back for years came flooding out as he worshiped you, lavished your sensitive spot until your legs were shaking around his head. You announced your orgasm with a series of loud choking gasps, the quiet around you swallowed them. You hoped to god that the two of you were alone, but not enough to stop him from sucking you to your peak of ecstasy where stars bloomed across your vision and tremors wracked your entire body. A glossy stream of your release bathed Gojo’s face in a sticky mess, and he moaned out his appreciation, drinking you in like you were honey.

“Damn, I’m good.” He grinned, beyond proud of himself as he propped himself up on his elbows.

“Stop talking and take off your pants.” You demanded, not certain where you found your confidence. You rose to your knees and shucked off your panties while Gojo obediently removed all of his clothing.

Gojo unveiled his massive length to you. The head pulsed rhythmically in time with his racing heartbeat.

“Like what you see?” He smirked lazily. “I am a little bit bigger than Suguru, you know.” You didn’t want to feed his ego, but you couldn’t help but marvel at the naked sight of him- All toned muscle and long limbs under perfect unblemished skin.

He spit a long stream down onto his member, and pumped it over himself filthily. Not that he would need the extra wetness, your gushing pussy had that covered.

He lined up his aching cock at your plushness and groaned as your warmth enveloped him welcomely. He pushed in all the way until he was out of room, bumping your cervix. You cried out in surprise and he shushed you softly. “Sorry, pretty girl. Told you I was big.”

“Keep going.” You ignored the pain, waiting for the pleasure you knew would soon follow. He rolled his hips into you, slowly at first, experimentally feeling you clench around him before he found a tempo that had you arching up into him. The veins of his shaft skimmed your insides, making them ripple with a delectable sensation.

“Feels good?” He huffed.

“Y-yes…yes!” That was all the encouragement he needed to lose himself in the feeling of you. He rutted up into you like an animal, the friction of his dick on your messy walls was more than either of you could bear for long without shattering or exploding or simply winking out of existence. All you could do was chase down your high and hope that it wasn’t the last time the two of you would feel that way together.

Before long, he pumped his creamy cum deep into your womb, so pussy-drunk that he couldn’t be bothered by the consequences. You shuddered around him, your ruined hole milking him gratefully as you came a second time. Your breaths mingled as the two of your rode out your pleasure together during the last fucked-out tender thrusts.

You were boneless and heavy, more so with Gojo’s body pressed on top of yours. Sleep threatened to take you after being so thoroughly built up and destroyed by Gojo’s revelations, emotional and physical. But before you could drift off, Gojo’s voice brought you back down to reality.

“So, (Y/N).” He said in his most mischievous voice, lifting his forehead from yours. “Care to tell his highness which one of us is better at fucking you?” He shifted from his position on top of you, revealing your unhappy looking fiance leaning against the bookshelves nearest you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Well, let’s hear it.” Geto agreed dangerously. You gulped audibly, fumbling for any answer that could save you from the prince’s wrath.

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